Title: Commando 1 - 5
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2695
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes and a few team members
Warnings: V.fluffy and AU.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: podga so the mistakes are still all mine! The icon is high_striker’s.
A/N 1: There is a little story behind these little fic! On my recent holiday I was in the breakfast room and I saw this middle aged woman just staring at this rather gorgeous young man’s crotch, unfortunately the angle of my view meant I couldn’t see what was sooo fascinating. And this fic just popped into my head!
A/N 2: However, when I started to write number one, I wasn’t very pleased with it, so wrote number two and then had this idea to just do a few related fics. So I revised number one and added three more!
Commando 1
Everyone knew about Gil and Nick.
But no one ever mentioned it to them.
It wasn't as if it was forbidden, it was just that no one ever really had the balls to question Gil about his relationship with the Nick Stokes, whom he once supervised, and with whom he had undoubtedly slept while he still supervised him.
No one spoke to Nick about it because he was the young man who slept with the boss, and it was always in the back of everyone's mind that if they said anything to Nick, it would then find its way back to Gil.
Gil thought that no one spoke to him about it because they were genuinely pleased for both of them and thought it was none of their business. Nick would laugh at Gil and call him, despite his great age, naive.
Nick believed it was because their colleagues were wary of their dynamics and didn't want to risk upsetting Gil, because he was their boss, or Nick, because he slept with their boss.
While Nick was absolutely right, Gil utterly refuted Nick's hypothesis, on the grounds that his team wouldn't be so petty.
When the Patterson case blew up, Gil, Catherine, Warrick and Sara had to review every bit of their written evidence, the day before court. Nick suggested to Gil that he invite them to the house to go over it all; they wouldn't be interrupted.
It was a good idea and so Gil invited them over. On the night of the Patterson case Nick and Greg had been dealing with another homicide, so luckily they weren’t involved.
Gil greeted the three team members at the door of his and Nick's home and they traipsed into the living room. Catherine noticed immediately.
“Hey, you've decorated since I was last here...nice shade. Let me guess, Nick chose the colour?”
“I'm pleading the fifth, Catherine. Although, I'm hurt that you think Nick has better taste than me...if you consider that I chose him to fall in love with, doesn't that mean I have good taste too?”
The three, especially Sara, were all struck dumb at Gil's declaration of his love for Nick. Warrick thought he'd pretend he'd never heard Gris say it, and Sara was disgusted at the thought that Grissom could love anyone other than herself, when she'd devoted her life to him since they'd met in San Francisco.
Catherine smiled. “Gil Grissom, I think, that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard you say.”
“What is?” Nick came bounding into the room, obviously fresh from a shower. He was damp and his hair had been towelled but not brushed. A towel was slung around his neck and he wore nothing but a pair of sweats, riding low on his hips. His feet were bare.
Warrick paid no attention; Nick was just a guy.
Sara's eyes very nearly fell out of their sockets.
Catherine took a good look, up and down, and whistled.
Gil smirked.
“Gil was just saying what good taste he had to fall in love with you, and then you appear like a guy out of a porn shoot. Commando? Impressive.”
“Why, thank you, Catherine. Of course Gil has good taste, and I like to keep him interested, knowing the goods are just a tug of a drawstring away.” Nick's little speech was delivered in his very best Texan drawl.
“Nick, sweetheart, I have to work! No time to play just yet; do you think you could put on some more clothes – as much as Catherine wants to ogle you - I can’t bear the distraction.”
“Sure, honey, I'll hide the goods 'til later.”
If Nick had been a cat, these words would have been purred, and he kissed Gil's cheek as he left the room.
“Well, well, well. That was a little revelation wasn't it? Who'd have thought you were an old sex maniac?”
“Catherine! I'm not old!”
The End
Commando 2
Gil had Catherine, Warrick and Sara over to Nick and his house to review the written evidence on a difficult case due in court the next day.
Nick and Greg were spared the extra work because they hadn’t been involved in this particular case.
The four at work were sitting around the dining table labouring over every detail. Nick had stayed out of their way and had been doing some work on his computer, in the den.
Deciding to get himself a beer, he retrieved a Bud from the fridge and stopped by the dining table.
“You guys okay, want a drink of anything?”
Murmurings of, 'I'm okay', 'no thanks', came back. Nothing from Sara, of course, who only spoke to Nick when she actually had to, and would never engage in any small talk, since Nick had stolen Gil from right under her nose.
Nick took a swig of beer from the bottle and absent mindedly pushed the hem of his t-shirt up to scratch an itch on his belly. He was only wearing the tee and an old pair of sweats.
“Nice sweats there, Nicky...” Observed Catherine over the top of her specs. “...I see you're commando.”
Without hesitation, Nick deadpanned back. “Yeah. Gil likes me to keep myself ready for him at a moment's notice, so I don't wear any unnecessary clothing.”
There was a moment of absolute silence before Catherine, Warrick and then Nick, burst into laughter.
Gil's face was a picture of horror. His mouth hung open and he stared at Nick as if he'd suddenly seen Gorgonesque snakes writhing around his head.
When Catherine had regained some power of speech she spluttered. “Gil's a sex maniac then?” And immediately burst into further paroxysms of laughter, joined by Warrick.
Warrick then shook his head as a thought overtook him. “No, Gris is the Dom and Nick's his sub.”
The two could hardly contain themselves and Nick laughed along with them. Gil was still suffering from some form of shock, or similar state, and couldn't speak.
Sara, of course, maintained a disgusted silence, but then spoke. “We need to get this work done or we'll be here all night.”
“True. And we wouldn't want to deny Gil his little diversion, eh, Gil?”
“Whatever you say, Catherine. As usual I'm the butt of your joke.” Gil smiled and returned to the file he'd been reading. Nick snickered and left them to it.
Later that night when the team members had left, and Nick was tied to the bed with the silken ropes and his eyes were covered with the satin blindfold, Gil sat astride him and bent down and whispered in his ear.
“Do you know, Nicholas, I don't know what upset me more, you for telling them, or them for thinking it was so funny.”
The End
Commando 3
“Gil? Gil?”
“Gil? At work? What's wrong?”
“I got the smell of that decomp on me and I swear it's on my CK's, too. I've been in the shower for half an hour and I'm okay now, and I thought I'd got some spare underwear in my bag, but I haven't. I don't suppose you've got a spare pair of boxers with you, have you?”
“No, sorry. They'd fall off your hips anyway.” He chuckled. “Not that I'd mind that!”
“Hey, we're at work.”
“I know. Shame. What about the other guys, I bet Hodges has half a dozen spare pairs in his drawers.”
“I'm NOT wearing another man's underwear!”
“Okay, okay, calm down! You wanted to wear mine.”
“Yeah, well, I know where your ass has been.”
“True enough. You'll have to go commando, then.”
“At work? I'm not sure about that. I like to be, you know, supported.”
“There are times when I think you, Nick Stokes, are a prude. Only ever wear tighty-whities...always white and always shorts; you're very set in your ways.”
“Yeah, but I don't remember hearing you complain when you get to use your teeth to pull them off of me...”
“You got me there. You'll have to drive home and get a pair then.”
“God, I can't possibly be that anal! I'll go without.”
“I'm not sure I can actually allow you do that, now I come to think about it.”
“Why? What's wrong?”
“We've got half a shift left to work and you'll be wondering around here naked.”
“Naked? I'll have my pants on.”
“I know that, but nothing on underneath. I'm going to be thinking about your little cock and balls hanging loose, just begging me to lend them some support, you know, cup them in my hand to stop them from bouncing around.”
“Gil Grissom, you know darn well that my cock is not little!”
“Touchy, aren't we? Come on, we'd better get back to work, and Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“Don't tell Catherine.”
“Tell me what?”
“Nothing.” They both replied.
The End
Commando 3
“Gil? Gil?”
“Gil? At work? What's wrong?”
“I got the smell of that decomp on me and I swear it's on my CK's, too. I've been in the shower for half an hour and I'm okay now, and I thought I'd got some spare underwear in my bag, but I haven't. I don't suppose you've got a spare pair of boxers with you, have you?”
“No, sorry. They'd fall off your hips anyway.” He chuckled. “Not that I'd mind that!”
“Hey, we're at work.”
“I know. Shame. What about the other guys, I bet Hodges has half a dozen spare pairs in his drawers.”
“I'm NOT wearing another man's underwear!”
“Okay, okay, calm down! You wanted to wear mine.”
“Yeah, well, I know where your ass has been.”
“True enough. You'll have to go commando, then.”
“At work? I'm not sure about that. I like to be, you know, supported.”
“There are times when I think you, Nick Stokes, are a prude. Only ever wear tighty-whities...always white and always shorts; you're very set in your ways.”
“Yeah, but I don't remember hearing you complain when you get to use your teeth to pull them off of me...”
“You got me there. You'll have to drive home and get a pair then.”
“God, I can't possibly be that anal! I'll go without.”
“I'm not sure I can actually allow you do that, now I come to think about it.”
“Why? What's wrong?”
“We've got half a shift left to work and you'll be wondering around here naked.”
“Naked? I'll have my pants on.”
“I know that, but nothing on underneath. I'm going to be thinking about your little cock and balls hanging loose, just begging me to lend them some support, you know, cup them in my hand to stop them from bouncing around.”
“Gil Grissom, you know darn well that my cock is not little!”
“Touchy, aren't we? Come on, we'd better get back to work, and Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“Don't tell Catherine.”
“Tell me what?”
“Nothing.” They both replied.
The End
Commando 4
“Why on earth did I agree to come to this?”
“I agreed for you, you know I did, because we should get out more and socialise. These are baby steps, babe.”
“I don't do socialise, I don't need to, we do enough.”
“I know we do things together, but this is a work party. You know everyone here, it's not like they're strangers; you can talk to these people.”
“What about, they're not going to want to talk about work are they? I mean, why would I, we, want to celebrate Conrad's fiftieth birthday?”
“It's free? Food, drink, dancing.”
“But Conrad?”
“Quit whining. I've done something just for you, anyway.”
“Dragged me here, against my will?”
“No man. I'm commando!”
“Commando?”
“Commando.”
“You mean you're not wearing any underwear?”
“No.”
“You are?”
“No, I'm not."
“But you're obsessive. You never leave the house unless your genitals are securely ensconced in your tight boxer briefs. And, they have to be white. And now you've left them off? Whatever for?”
“I did it for you, but you know what, forget it. Forget I did it and forget I told you.”
Nick had hissed at Gil and walked off and left him standing alone at the side of the room.
“You know what, Gil, you're a piece of work, you know that?”
“I beg your pardon, Catherine?”
“Well I don't know what Nick was telling you, but he was obviously happy and then you lecture him about something and I watched him deflate before you, and then he stormed off.”
“I don't think it's any of your business.”
“No, it's not. But you must have gone to the trouble to chase him and he let you catch him, and gay or straight, he could have had anyone he wanted and he chose you. I wouldn't be too sure that you're going to keep him, though.”
“I think he may have chased me.”
“Then he really wanted you. But will he keep on wanting you when you treat him like that?”
“I think I've just said it's none of your business; it's our private life and it will stay our private life.”
“Okay, okay. But I hope I never have to say, 'I told you so'.”
Catherine left him and once again he was alone. But this time he was watching Nick, and although he would have flatly denied he'd listened to Catherine's warning, he was suddenly aware of Nick's demeanour.
She was right; he'd been happy and buoyant, just a few minutes ago, when he was explaining why he'd actually dragged Gil to Conrad's party. He'd been conspiratorial and sexy when he'd whispered that he was commando, but how quickly Gil had managed to squash and break his spirit by lecturing him, talking at him, exactly as Catherine had seen.
Now Nick was leaning against a pillar, looking dejected and rejected. Even tearful.
How often had Gil done that to him? Dismissed him? Treated him as if he barely tolerated him and not like the man he loved.
And he did love Nick, with all his heart, body and soul, he knew he did, but how often did he tell him; how often did he show him? Rarely. That was the answer, Gil Grissom was guilty of taking Nick Stokes for granted, and Nick put up with him. And Catherine was absolutely right; for how much longer would Nick tolerate him?
Once Gil knew what to do, he was usually pretty good at following through with the action. His problem – and he knew it had always been the same – was that it took him a long time to know what to do.
But he knew now.
He walked across the room to where Nick was standing and came up behind him. He slid his arms around Nick's waist so that they circled him and his hands rested on Nick's midriff; he pressed his body to Nick's back.
Nick stiffened; he knew it was Gil.
“Will you forgive me if I tell you I'm very sorry?” Gil whispered in Nick's ear.
“Just very sorry?”
“Very, very, to the power of at least a trillion, sorry!”
“Only a trillion?”
“I have to allow myself some leeway.”
“For the next time?”
“I can't pretend there won't be a next time. But you must always remember that I love you more than life itself, and always will, Nicky. You, and only you.”
“'Til the next time then.” Nick relaxed and leaned back into Gil.
“About this commando business? Maybe if we could find somewhere, you'd let me take a look. Maybe I could test drive the goods? Maybe?”
“Maybe.”
Gil then let go of Nick's waist and twisted Nick around until they were facing one another. Gil put one hand on Nick's shoulder and used his other hand to pull Nick's face close to his....
...and then he kissed him...
A lingering affair, gentle and loving.
Conrad Ecklie's party was not remembered because Conrad was fifty. Or because he'd put on an excellent buffet, or free drink. Or even that there was good music and enthusiastic dancing.
No. It was remembered as the first time anyone had ever seen Grissom kiss Nick. (Or anyone else for that matter.)
The music played and people danced on, but there was a stillness in the room, for just a few moments, as everyone gaped at them in utter amazement.
Catherine was particularly pleased with herself.
Of course, the lovers were oblivious to the attention they were receiving.
Rumour had it that they were later seen entering a storeroom and some time afterwards emerging with Nick looking dazed and Gil looking smug...
The End
Commando 5
“When you've been commando have you ever caught...it, in your zipper?”
“I'm sorry, Catherine, did you just say what I think you said?”
“I'm sure I did.”
“Whatever makes you think I would go commando?”
“Oh, well, Nicky said.”
“Nicky told you I went commando?”
“Not in so many words, no, but he intimated that you did.”
“He did, did he?”
“So you do.”
“None of your business.”
“Ah, so you definitely do.”
“Why are you suddenly so interested in the concept of going commando?”
“I just wondered, about Nick, and was discussing it with him.”
“And just what did he say?”
“Nothing much.”
“He said nothing, did he? This is just a fishing expedition and I took the bait.”
“Something like that.”
“So why are you so interested?”
“I think it's very sexy to think of you guys going commando.”
“We're gay and you want to know how we dress?”
“A girl can fantasise.”
“Really? About gay men? This is interesting. What do you actually fantasise about?”
“I'm not telling you.”
“But you want me to tell you about what I do...what we do, so you can then incorporate the information into your fantasy?”
“Stop over analysing, I'm only curious.”
“And so am I, now. Is this a common heterosexual female fantasy? Men together?”
“Well, men like women together don't they...lesbians?”
“I think you'll find that's lipstick lesbians.”
“And women like hot men...”
“..like Nicky?”
“And you.”
“ME?”
“Well you're hot with Nicky...we all agree.”
“WE? God, I don't think I want to hear any more, the next thing you'll be telling me is that there're stories circulating about us!”
“Mmmm...”
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